I did overfill the plunge pool whilst binge-watching The Bridge though- after all that exertion. First the filter was burping air for lack of water, and now it was spouting and splashing gaily into the daffodil bed. Which brought out the carpenter ants in droves. Did the blue jays thank me for the almost-eavesdropping? No.
Thank goodness it has stopped raining: the water was making its way to the door. The sunlight off the pool’s shimmering surface is so pretty. Sundays should come with hazard pay.
Here is a cool cuken.
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